Anaan shook his head in amazement as The Inquisitor delivered judgments from her dragon maw throne.
How much you’ve changed, Imekari. You used to be so shy...so careful of your size and strength around smaller folk, so afraid to draw attention.
I thought you were joking when you told me you wanted to be a merc, until your aunt insisted the experience would be good for you.
She was right.
But it’s sadly ironic how much you resemble your mother when you take command.
I just pray your heart doesn’t harden the way hers did before this is over.